09/09/09

A book that is about to be written
Dinner in the autumn air
A dress that fits
A song in Portoguese
Childrens toys up the stairs
The wooden sink
The old carved mirror
The song still plays in Portoguese
A voice that answers the phonecall
A taste acquired during holidays
The dress still fits
The color still makes you happy
Perfume of a rose we didn't need
A walk in the city
Two steps in the light
And the book is about to be written